Page 13 of Brutal Titan

Victoria

Stepping to the bathroom sink, I scrub my hands methodically, delaying my trip to the Golden Café for lunch. After visiting Olivia yesterday, I’ve felt emotionally drained. I might want to kick Elliot in the balls, but I hate what he’s going through with his mom and that I’m hiding my visits from him.

The bathroom door pushes open but I keep my focus on scrubbing the soap off my hands until I notice it’s Grant, a smile plastered on his bruised face as he leans against the wall between me and the exit. An uneasiness spreads in my stomach. I quickly grab a paper towel to dry my hands, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I head out of the bathroom.

He moves in front of me, blocking my path, and I instinctively take a step back. “What do you want, Grant?”

He chuckles, pointing to his face. “Payback.”

“Then you’re talking to the wrong person.” I shift to sidestep around him, but he counters.

“No. I think you’re exactly the right person since I finally found the button that makes Elliot Bass lose control.”

“You’re delusional. Whatever is going on with you two morons is between the two of you.”

“I’d beg to differ. All I did was drop some quick bait and he latched on immediately when you were involved.”

“I told him nothing happened. Play your ridiculous games but leave me out of it.” And Elliot has more going on than our BS, so I’m sure that is affecting his emotions too, whether he wants to admit it or not, but it’s not like I can tell the idiot in front of me that.

“Too late.”

“Whatever, Grant.” When I step to the side, he grabs my arm, harshly flinging me against the wall.

“Listen here, you spoiled little bitch. Either do as I say or the entire school and administration, including your daddy, will get pictures of your pussy.”

It takes a minute for me to understand that he can actually fulfill the threat until he holds up his phone, displaying a picture of me sprawled out on a couch, skirt hiked up and my thong pulled slightly down, revealing everything.

“You really did have too much to drink,” he snickers, proudly displaying the image.

The party. He had to have taken the picture before I woke up with his hand up my skirt. Bile fills my throat as I reach for the phone, but he jerks it back, just out of my grasp. “Delete it now.”

“Not a chance. So, here’s what you’re going to do: tell Bass I fucked your brains out and you enjoyed every second of it.”

“You’re sick.”

“Nah. Sick would’ve been sticking my dick in your pretty pussy while you were unconscious. I gave you the choice, but that doesn’t mean Bass needs to know.” The sinister gleam in his eyes reminds me of the person I’d experienced at the party, little had I known he’d already proven to be just as bad as I feared.

“He’s my brother’s best friend. That’s it. Nothing more.”

“Nice try, but him beating the shit out of me for something he doesn’t even know is true proves otherwise.”

There’s no reasoning with this lunatic. “Erase the picture and I’ll say whatever you want me to say, not that it makes a difference since he’s nothing to me but my brother’s idiotic friend.”

“Nah. I’ll keep it just in case you forget your part in this.”

“What’s your problem with him?”

“I’ve sat by and watched him and your brother run this school like it’s their kingdom, going out of their way to humiliate me over and over while everyone worships them. This year is all about payback. Your brother’s is already in progress too. I’ve finally found the weaknesses of the two so-called titans—pussy.”

“Quinn,” I mutter, knowing that Grant has made a point to hang around her and she seems to be friends with him despite my warnings to stay away. Little had I known when I’d said he was a bad person how right I’d be. “Stay away from her.”

“Have you not figured out that you aren’t calling the shots? I am.”

“No. Send the picture to whoever you want, but I’m not going to sit by and watch you do the same to her.”

“Aw. What a loyal little friend.” He taps his finger on my nose as I jerk away from his vile touch. “Don’t worry. Quinn is playing right along since she hates your brother as much as I do. Besides, Bass is the one I truly despise. Maybe I’ll just clue Asher in on your little fling and let the two of them battle each other.”

“Fine, dickhead. I’ll go along with your sick plan but under one condition—stay away from Quinn. If I even get an inkling that you’re planning to do the same thing to her, I’ll be sure to clue the titans in on this little scheme. You’ll definitely get worse than that disgusting bruised face you’re currently sporting.” And it’s still a thought. The only thing stopping me is Asher and Elliot’s friendship might not survive, and with everything going on with Olivia, I won’t let Grant have the satisfaction of tarnishing their lifelong friendship.